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Written: 01 May 2018

Already seen Marching Out Part 2, click here to read part 1 or here to read part 3 or here to read part 4

Marching Out Part 2
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Incest, Bro/Sis, Action story

It had been a week since I lost my virginity to George Campbell. He was a stranger that I met on the train to Glasgow. I'd been heading north to find my mother's sister who I hadn't seen since I was a little girl and my mother left home. It was going to take a while to find my mother as I didn't even know her sisters address, just the rough part of Glasgow that she lived in and that twenty-five years ago, she lived in a house with a distinctive roof over her front bay window.

My journey had been interrupted in Birmingham by signals failure to the north and George and I took the last bed available in the Railway Hotel. George was a few years younger than me and in his Armani suit, he looked like a City Banker but I'd been around soldiers enough over the past ten years that I spotted him for military or former military at least but he was too young to have served the minimum nine year term so I'd pegged him as some kind of 'Undercover operative'.

I hadn't really formulated much of a plan for after I found my mother but as I'd become estranged from my father, my mother and my aunty were all the family I had left and if I ever found her I'd probably find accommodation close to her and try to build a relationship with her.

I'd only known George for a week and I had discovered quite by chance that he was actually my brother. We'd gone to his auntie's house; we'd entered via the back door so I hadn't spotted the distinctive roof that I was planning to look for. When I'd last seen my aunty she had been a fiery redhead that was almost six feet tall, now she had grey hair, stooped and closer to five feet tall so all the things that I had planned to look for while seeking out my aunty were missing. My mother had changed much like her sister, she had lost a lot of weight from my mental image of her and her face had wrinkled so I had no visual clues at all.

For that six days I'd been living under my mother's roof without actually revealing that we were related, I'd fallen in love with George...head over heels...it wasn't uncommon for a girl to fall for the man that takes her virginity and that even many years later, if they were estranged and met up again, there would always be that spark!

"What are you thinking darling?"

"Sorry...I was just wondering what kind of job I should look for, my pension from the army won't put a roof over my head."

George had been out of the room talking on his phone, he'd only been out of bed for ten minutes but that was the longest we'd been separated since we arrived in Glasgow.

"How do you fancy a Caribbean honeymoon?"

"What...is that some kind of clumsy proposal?"

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George's face split in a massive grin, "I wasn't proposing you crazy Muppet, just a honeymoon...not the whole wedding thing!"

"Then that would just be a holiday with lots of sex rather than a honeymoon."

"Well, it could be that but people of our age don't usually take Caribbean cruises whereas honeymooners do!"

"Don't think I fancy a cruise, I don't really like boats, I get seasick on the boating lake in the park."

"Well, It's more of an essential holiday than something you would like to do or want to do!"

George walked over to where my suitcase was standing, he opened the envelope that I'd been given as I marched out of my final camp, he shuffled through the papers, "You remember reading this page?"

"Well, I scanned through it, didn't read it properly, it's just about the army being able to call me back into service at times of national need."

"Well Second lieutenant Porter...consider yourself 'Called back' and we're going to fly out to the Caribbean at the end of the week."

"I'm a sergeant...was a sergeant and I don't think that you have the power to call me back into the army."

"Well, that's the funny thing, I didn't actually call you back, it was Field Marshal Appleton that actually signed the order calling you back but I have to admit that it was me that requested you."

"Anyway, I can't go to the Caribbean, I didn't renew my passport, once I knew that I was definitely leaving the army I didn't bother and they need to still have over six months on them to be able to travel transcontinental."

"We'll get full supporting paperwork, a brand new wedding certificate, new passport but in your old name for the sake of reality."

"So why do we have to go on a Caribbean cruise?"

"We've had chatter, it's been going on for months, just that something big was going to happen and the latest messages have been that a cruise ship in the Caribbean was going to be the target. American Seals are looking after the American Cruise ships in the Caribbean; German 'Kommando Spezialkräfte' are on the German cruise ships and the Italian 'Marina Militare' are looking after Italian ships. There are five British cruise ships in the Caribbean at the moment, we only have four women available in our unit right now, I would normally have been teamed up with Kelly but I asked if I could team up with you."

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"I'm not trained for special forces duties!"

"You taught unarmed combat for seven years, you actually taught two of my team and you taught them very well, you are a prizewinning marksman and probably ten times fitter than anyone I know in special operations. We're not there to fight, we're on intelligence gathering and if anything happens we have 'Boots on' in five islands of the Caribbean and the ship will be wrapped up tighter than a drum in hours. At the moment there are thirty ships working the Caribbean so if anything does happen it's a one in thirty chance that we'll be on the right ship."

"Wrong ship."

George grinned again, "Right ship for me, wrong ship for the bad guys."

"What was that crap about Second lieutenant Porter?"

"Well, my unit doesn't have any enlisted women in it, all the woman are Rupert's and it is quite normal for a sergeant being called back into service to be given a small promotion as a sweetener."

"Will I get anything in writing?"

"We do put things in writing but you won't get to see it, it'll be put in your permanent file and that will be moved to Hereford."

"Hereford, so you are SAS then!"

"As of ten minutes ago...so are you."

We spent most of the rest of that day in bed together, I had a lot of making up to do, I'd missed out on so many years that I could have been having sex and just didn't...convincing myself that I didn't need it...and now that I'd tried it, I didn't want to miss a single second that I could be fucking.

At six-thirty the next morning we flew British Airways flight 8721 from Glasgow Airport to London City Airport on the banks of the Thames. We took a taxi to The Corinthia Hotel on Northumberland Avenue, we slipped past the reception desk and into the basement, there was a storage cupboard that hid a doorway into a long passage that ran from the hotel to the Old War Office. I was handed a new passport and new identity papers, my occupation was listed as a therapeutic masseur, my pay would be placed in the same bank account that all the rest of my pay had been deposited in, most of which was still in my account, I hadn't spent very much in the previous ten years so I had a very healthy bank balance, not that it was earning me very much interest but it would go a long way towards buying me a house when I was ready to settle down.

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We got a pair of tickets for a flight to The Azores, the ship that George had been assigned to had already set sail from Tilbury's Cruise Terminal just twenty-seven miles to the east of the room we were standing in and it would call into The Azores in two days time for a six hour visit.

The stuffed shirt that was in charge of the briefing session pulled up a picture of a ship on the plasma screen, "It looks like an old ocean liner from the nineteen twenties." I blurted out. My discomfort with the idea of travelling on a ship across the Atlantic Ocean was starting to play on my mind.

"You're right, it does have a little of that look about it, it was built in Russia in nineteen sixty-six at the height of the Cold War, it was built to carry seven hundred passengers in comfort..."

"Looks bigger in that picture sir." I said.

"You don't have to 'Sir' me Victoria...actually...marks of rank and the likes can be very dangerous in our game. The ship looks larger because it is, it was built as a passenger liner but it could carry five T-thirty-four tanks in its belly as well as two anti aircraft missile batteries and all their supporting equipment, not to mention a mobile radar station."

"Was it built as an undercover war ship...a 'Q' ship?"

"No, but all Russian civilian ships had to be able to be converted quickly into war ships, they made no secret of that. It's called The Marco Polo now but was built as the Alexander Pushkin, it is unusual for anyone to join a ship two days into its cruise so we've made up a cover story, Young George here is the Godson of Cruise and Maritime Voyages' CEO and as the ship's most expensive suite was still vacant at the time of departure and you and George had just got married, the trip was his wedding present to the two of you."

So we had our cover story, we even had a hand full of confetti stuffed into our bags so that it would fall out whenever we looked for anything. Our flight out of Heathrow Airport was on a De-Havilland Dash-eight one hundred, a thirty eight seat aircraft routed to Lisbon in Portugal and from there we'd transfer to another aircraft to fly to Ponta Delgada Airport in the Azores.

Shortly after takeoff the two cabin staff were busy taking newspapers and coffee around the aircraft and George dragged me into the toilet just behind the cockpit and he put his cock in the pit of my stomach. We joined the mile high club, not a long drawn out fuck, it would only take the crew ten minutes to serve the coffee to the other passengers so we had to be quick.

I thought that the 'Dash-eight' was a small aircraft but the plane that took us to Ponta Delgada was smaller than some cars. It only had eight passenger seats and there was no in-flight service on that flight.

We saw the Marco Polo in the bay just outside Ponta Delgada city as we came in for our landing and took a taxi to the port. It wasn't a walk in the park though, we didn't have the right card to get into the cruise terminal so George had to ring the ship and get someone out to the main gate to get us in.

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Apparently when new passengers turn up on a ship, they do all of the embarkation paperwork in the terminal on shore, a card is produced with their details on it, and photographs are taken to accompany the card so that security can check that we have the right to board the ship. We did all of that at the ships reception desk giving George plenty of opportunities to spill confetti over the carpet in front of the desk and at least twenty of the pensioners that were milling around the floating geriatrics home saw and heard that we were newly-weds on our honeymoon.

We had lunch on the ship in the Waldorf Restaurant and sat at a table for eight so that we could further spread our cover story. The ship had eight hundred and sixty passengers travelling to the Caribbean and we had five days at sea between Ponta Delgada and Antigua, our first Caribbean port. We made a point of talking to almost every one of those eight hundred and eighty passengers during that five days. The average age of the passengers was seventy-three years old and that included me at twenty-eight and George at twenty-five.

We spent our days getting to know the ship and our fellow passengers, we spent the evenings, while the other passengers were at the show or dinner, researching the ships blueprints, setting ourselves scenarios, the whole, 'If I were a terrorist, how would I attack the ship!' scenarios.

The passengers were the soft target of course but George had another idea, he pointed out that the ship had been built by the Russians to work in the High Arctic Region, the ship was an icebreaker, it had a specially strengthened bow.

"If a terrorist group could capture this cruise ship, they would have over eight hundred valuable passengers to use for propaganda and four hundred lower valued crew but they could make more millage out of ramming one of the big Italian or American cruise ships, they could terrorise between six thousand families and eight thousand if they could ram a larger ship at speed. There is even an American aircraft carrier in this region at the moment; would the American's sink a ship full of British pensioners if this ship was used to attack them?"

After our terrorist role playing evenings we put the large and very comfortable bed in our cabin to good use as George taught me all he knew about sex and then we started to invent new stuff of our own. I got used to walking around in front of George in the nude and even put on a show for him one time when he asked me if I could perform a striptease. I undressed to music and once I was naked I masturbated myself in an arm chair opposite the bed and after I climaxed George asked if I'd like to finish things off with a blow job. I got to practice a very new skill and sucked his cock for him but I had to disappoint him and wouldn't take him to completion in my mouth as I'd discovered that I disliked the taste of his spunk immensely.

We used a satellite phone to report to Hereford that none of the passengers or crew on the ship looked like they could be suspects and George was angling for permission to leave the Marco Polo at Antigua so that he could do something more useful. George was told that the chatter had increased and that Grenada was being mentioned more often in communications now.

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Marco Polo was going to sail to Grenada in a few days time so he was told to keep his powder dry until then at least. Grenada had been taken over for a short time by a Marxist Communist coup and thirty American medical students had been kidnapped and used for propaganda and human shields. Eventually, the American Government took military action to free their citizens and now, it looked like a few of the Marxists had escaped the mopping up process and they had festered on the island until now and now, they wanted to make a point to the whole world.

"The terrorists on Grenada are pissed off at the British for allowing the American's to invade the island in nineteen eighty-three, many members of their families were killed in the American action and many more were imprisoned in the American's terrorists prison on Cuba. We're likely to be up against the children of the original communists or even their grandchildren!"

In Grenada, while most of the passengers were visiting the Nutmeg plantations, the chocolate factories, the water falls or a typical Grenadian village, George and I were on the side of the sundeck watching the comings and goings on the dock. We'd done the same at three other Caribbean ports so far, a bag with two hidden cameras was hung from the rail, positioned carefully to give us a view of the whole dock area that was fed down to two iPads, one for George to watch and the other for me. The whole seven hours that we were destined to be in port was being stored on a hard drive so that we could review it later if we needed to.

The process was the same at all three ports, the first thing the crew did was to hook up a fresh water pipe to fill our water tanks. The second thing on each port was a sewage tanker, a lorry mounted tank to drain our effluent tanks down. The third step was large skip lorryies to collect a mountain of black plastic sacks full of rubbish. The rubbish was thrown from the ship's loading bay by crew members straight into the skips.

The forth step was replenishment of stores, taking on fresh fruit and vegetables, perhaps alcohol as well if the island was a cheap supplier of a particular beverage.

George was watching the loading bay area at the front of the ship.

"That's unusual Vicky...can you see a fork lift truck on your screen?"

"No, I can see the delivery lorry though, looks like a hand-balling job at this port."

George flicked through a sheaf of briefing notes, last time this ship was here there was an incident; the Caterpillar Tele-handler dropped a box of bananas into the sea. I can't see a Tele-handler at my end of the dock."

"There isn't one at the back of the ship either, just eleven dock workers carrying boxes from the lorry to the ship."

George took out his mobile phone and dialled the number for the ships bridge. He spoke to the captain, asked if the ship had ever been hand loaded at Grenada before.

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"Right, you keep an eye on both screens, I'm going to get closer to the loading bay."

"Hold on George, look at this, looks like a classic distraction."

We both watched as the security guard was distracted by the driver of the lorry lighting a cigarette at the side of the ship. The security guard rushed over to try to stop him lighting his cigarette so he wasn't watching the eleven men loading the ship.

"And then there were four. I only see four men loading the ship now so seven are probably onboard the ship."

I was detailed to go and talk to the captain on the bridge. We had developed a plan for an attack happening on a dock, large numbers of the passengers would be on trips and each trip had a member of the crew escorting them with mobile phone contact with the ship, we would arrange for the trips to be extended, keeping as many passengers away from the ship as possible. The rest of the passengers would be gathered into the main dining room where there were only four doors that needed to be protected and all four of those doors could be covered by fireproof doors to keep the passengers out of sight of potential trouble.

I had a fight on my hands to get to the bridge but once the captain realised who I was, he relaxed his normal security protocols and allowed me on to the bridge. He got the excursions manager to ring around all of the escorts to keep the coaches away from the ship until further notice and while that was being done the heads of departments were being called to the bridge for me to brief them. I was playing things down as much as I could.

"Treat this as an exercise ladies and gentlemen, I'm hoping that we've got it wrong and there is no danger to the ship or passengers but just in case, please have your staff walk through the ship and get all passengers that are still on board into the Waldorf Restaurant. Please impress on your staff not to challenge anyone looking suspicious. Please use the telephone system and not your walky-talky radios to pass information back to the bridge."

It was like an explosion as men and women rushed away from the bridge to their own areas of the ship. They had well practiced routines to deal with emergencies but they usually used their radios to communicate around the ship.

There were cameras all over the ship and we flicked through them, we saw housekeeping staff working their way through the cabin areas, opening cabin doors and checking that there were no passengers in their cabins. We saw what passengers there were around the ship being sent from one crew member to the next at every corner, every stairway and every room had members of crew making sure that any routes to the main restaurant were still safe.

On the lower level we spotted a body on the deck, one of the crew was laying face down on the floor and two men, dressed in black from head to toe, were dragging the crewman towards the open loading bay doors. They suddenly dropped the body and ran towards the cold storeroom. George appeared in shot and checked the pulse point on the man's neck. Mr Modi, the head of Security flicked to another angle, from the loading bay doors into the hold area, we could see George from another angle and that there was no one in the passageway ahead of him.

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"George, do you need the doctor? And we saw at least two armed men head into the storeroom to your left"

"No Vicky, he's gone and I don't want anyone else walking into danger at the moment."

No one on the bridge heard what George had said as we were both using ear-wigs rather than the usual loud speaker on our secure digital duplex radios. The camera in the main storeroom had been obscured by a box so that room couldn't be checked.

I looked at the captain and shook my head, his face drained of colour, "Can I send a rescue party to recover his body?"

"Not just yet, my partner doesn't want anyone else walking into the danger zone. Are there any other exits from that storeroom?"

"The freight elevator to the kitchen and a stairwell up to deck three."

The bridge watch officer said, "The freight elevator is outside the kitchen on deck five at the moment sir, before we started loading the fresh fruit we had the lift filled with the food that we'd need for dinner tonight to make a little space for the new provisions, we were loading enough provisions for a day at sea tomorrow."

Mr Modi switched the main monitor to show the feed from the camera covering the water tight door at the top of the stairway from the storeroom, "That's the only other way out of the storeroom Miss, it's on deck three on the port side."

One of the bridge watch crew called out, "Captain, the goods lift has been called down to the storeroom"

I looked over to him, "Can that lift be powered down from here?"

"Yes Madam, if the captain orders it."

"How about that door onto deck three, can that be locked?"

Mr Modi said, "Not locked but there is a way of stopping the handle turning, I could run down there and put a pin in the shaft to stop it turning."

"Do it but if there is any danger just leave it, one dead crewman is one too many!"

Mr Modi looked at the captain who nodded his head, "I know that you're a very brave and skilled security officer Sandip but she's right, I don't want any more of my family injured today."

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Sandip ran to deck three, "The goods lift has reached the storeroom Sir!"

"Captain, order the power to that lift to be cut now."

The captain nodded his head.

I saw Mr Modi approaching the water tight door on deck three, the lower handle was turning to the open position and the upper handle started to move. Sandip threw himself at the door, he forced the lever back into the fully closed position and jammed a pin into the shaft sealing the latch closed.

"George, the only way out of the storeroom now is past you, do you want me down there to support you."

"No, I need you on the bridge to liease with the captain and our support group that are coming in right now. The team from Saint Vincent are coming in using channel three."

I looked at the Captain, "We've got an eight man team coming from Saint Vincent, they'll take an hour or so to get here, we've just got to keep them hold up in the storeroom until our men get here."

There were sounds coming from the bridge-wing like three champagne corks popping, we flicked the main monitor to the camera feed from the main loading dock that was just below the bridge. Sandip Modi was at the door controller closing the massive door to the storeroom. We watched as he slid down the wall, leaving a bright red streak on the white paintwork of the loading bay bulkhead.

The terrorists that had shot Sandip ran from the storeroom to try and stop the door closing, George had him before he could press the stop button. There were five of us watching as George grappled with the gunman that had just shot the ships head of security, I heard George grunt and saw the terrorist's head rotate beyond it's normal range and his body dropped to the floor next to Sandip.

The captain had a shocked look on his face, there were three more cracks as George rolled to Sandip's side, dragging the terrorist with him to act as a shield.

"I have to notify the Grenadian Authorities, two men are already dead..."

I barked at the Captain, "Don't you dare, I want to keep it to two dead and one injured, if we let amateurs in the theatre it could end up a blood bath. George wants the doctor and two stretcher bearers now that the main door is closed."

The watch keeper took a telephone call, "Captain, some of the passengers are complaining that they can hear gunshots."

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The captain looked worried, "I need to talk to the passengers!"

The captain went to press the microphone connected to the ship wide loudspeaker system but I stopped him, "There are more ears than the passengers...better to go down to the dining room in person."

I dogged the Captain's heels all the way to the restaurant, we walked in together and the Captain called for everyone's attention, he explained that there had been an incident but that he couldn't go into details about just what had happened but that the passenger's safety was his and his crew's only concern.

A message buzzed in my ear, "The Governor General has just spoken to the Prime Minister and we have permission to take over the situation, local police will stand well back, eight men inbound on a lynx helicopter, get some help and clear the sundeck for rapid insertion."

I pulled the Captain out of the restaurant, "Eight men are coming on a helicopter, they will rappel onto the sundeck, I need three crew to act as guides and for all the furniture up there to be cleared away or tied down so the downwash from the chopper doesn't cause problems up there. I'm going to send a three man team to the doorway on deck three, two men down to join George in the loading bay and the last three will need to be guided to the lift shaft above the storeroom."

"Will they need the lift to be turned on?"

"No, they'll use ropes to get down to deck two."

Four of us stood out of the way on the sundeck, the sun beds had all been stacked out of the way of the helicopter and tied down and all of the tables had been moved into the gymnasium.

The lynx came down onto the deck, the rubber of its wheels touched the deck but the suspension legs didn't depress, there was no weight on the actual deck as eight men leaped out of the back of the helicopter with heavy kitbags. The Lynx was off and banking away from the ship in three seconds, it flew towards the local airport to refuel and wait for its eight man crew to finish their work in Grenada.

There was a blur of activity as men were divided into three teams. I remained with the Captain as I'd been told to and I trailed him to the bridge even though he really wanted to go and see his head of security to see how badly he was injured.

Three men rappelled down the lift shaft and onto the roof of the lift, they used a snake camera to look into the storeroom, I heard the comments whispered into a microphone, six men were in the storeroom and they were arguing, so much so that we could all hear them over the microphone feed from the top team on the roof of the lift.

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They were really pissed off that one of their number was dead and that their planned invasion of the cruise ship had fallen on its face in the cold storeroom.

George took the opportunity of their disarray to open the storeroom door two inches and turn the motor off, "You're surrounded, We are the SAS and we are armed, you have ten seconds to start throwing your weapons out of the doorway or we well take you by lethal force!"

There was a short negotiation from the leader of the terrorists, George assured them that they were in little trouble so far, one man slightly wounded and another with a little bump on his head, "End this right now and you'll all be free in twelve months, eighteen at the outside, make us come in and get you and none of you will leave this ship alive!"

I was back in the bridge by this point and we were all watching George use the heavy cold store door as a shield to prevent the terrorists taking a pot-shot at him. I watched as six AK Forty-Seven Assault rifles were slid through the gap between the heavy door and the doorframe.

There was a crackle on the radio and a whispered, "Red one, Five 'X-Rays' face down...One 'X-Ray' hidden behind a stack of boxes, like he has a satchel in his hands, could be a bomb or something."

I heard George say, "Green leader here, what is in the boxes Red one?"

"Red one, boxes say water melon green leader."

George handed the AK Forty-seven he'd taken off of the dead terrorist to his number two and he took the Heckler and Koch service weapon that the trooper had brought with him. George knelt a foot away from the door so that when it swung open it would miss him and then he nodded his head.

Green three pressed the door open button and then he took up a firing stance. As the door slowly opened a foot, George fell forward, it looked like he had been shot but he was just reducing his profile, placing his borrowed Kevlar helmet between him and any potential bomb or gunfire and as soon as his elbows hit the ground he pulled the trigger. Fully automatic fire emptied the forty round magazines in around four seconds. The fire was tightly grouped on one box of water melons, cutting the box to ribbons and knocking the rest of the stack of boxes over.

There was a faint sound of screaming from the main restaurant and on the screen we saw the sixth terrorist fall forward and like the water melon box, he was almost cut in two as well.

Green two and three were shouting at the tops of their lungs for the other five terrorists to keep still, keep their faces to the floor, hands on their heads and suddenly the trap door on the top of the lift fell in and three men of Red troop dropped into the lift with their guns at the ready, just in case of movement from the five men on the floor.

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I watched as Red troop busied themselves zip tying the wrists of the five surviving terrorists together behind their backs.

"Green team leader, to all teams, stand down, the situation is contained, good work everyone. Vicky, can you go into the restaurant and try to calm the passengers down for me please!"

I hadn't really realised it but as the helicopter had disgorged its human cargo twelve minutes earlier, a Heckler and Koch MP-five had been pressed into my hands and a Kevlar helmet had been jammed onto my head by Red troop leader and I was still carrying the rifle as if it were a handbag slung over my shoulder.

I had to walk from the bridge towards the stern of the ship, the entrance to the Waldorf restaurant was by the mid-ship stairwell, I ran down the stairs and as I dropped into the walkway between the stairs and the doors to the restaurant I thought, 'Out of place...he's definitely out of place.'

The restaurant had glass doors for the passengers to use normally but there were also solid fire doors that were usually held open by magnetic catches. For the safety of the passengers in the restaurant during the trouble the fire doors had been closed but they couldn't be locked shut as they were safety doors and as I hit the carpet in front of the lifts I spotted a man dressed all in black with a black ski mask on. He had an AK Forty-Seven at his side and a haversack that he was ferreting about in as he held the fire door to the restaurant open slightly.

I gasped and he looked in my direction. I noticed the feet of the crewman who had been standing guard outside the fire doors, he was flat on his back and he was bleeding heavily with a massive knife sticking out of his chest. I saw the man in black's hand slip out of the haversack and head for his rifle, my finger twitched and his head exploded all over the wall. I hadn't moved the rifle that was slung over my shoulder. I hadn't fired an aimed shot, just pulled the trigger.

I grabbed his feet and pulled him out of the doorway. There was quite a lot of claret over the outside of the glass doors but at least I'd removed the body. I peeked in to the haversack, blocks of C-four and a timer set to detonate in just a few seconds. I ran into the restaurant with the haversack in my hand and fired a salvo of shots in the direction of the first window inside the restaurant.

I threw the satchel bomb through the now broken window and it fell into the sea fifteen feet from the ship. There was a huge water spout fifteen seconds after the bag hit the water, a loud bang but no one was hurt.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, could I please have your attention, please remain calm, there was a serious security issue but that is now resolved, I must ask you all to remain seated while a few things are cleared up. If anyone need medical attention please indicate to one of the crew members and they will arrange for the doctor to be called."

I phoned the Hospital unit and told them that there was an injured crewman outside the main doors to the Waldorf restaurant. I spoke to George as well, "Control to Green leader, One 'X-ray' down, deck six in front of the Waldorf restaurant, the loud bang a few moments ago was his package being delivered into the harbour."

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The stabbed crewman was taken to the hospital on deck two and sight screens were erected around the dead terrorist so that the passengers could be removed to the Lido bistro on deck eight away from the smell of death on deck six.

My rifle was taken by Blue leader and his unfired weapon replaced it on my shoulder, "I claim 'X-ray' seven Control! When I'm debriefed by the police sir, why did I take a primed bomb into a crowded room instead of using another route?"

I was just about to say you don't have to 'Sir' me, I work for a living as I'd said a million times before but he was right, this time I was a Rupert, albeit temporarily, he would be a sergeant of some kind and I was a second lieutenant, I was also a female operative and was restricted to communications activities, planning and control and so couldn't be part of the kill team.

I shook my head, "Mid-ship lift shaft is just in front of the main fuel tank, green leader and I had determined that a one kilo c-four charge detonating on deck three would take the fuel tanks out as well, that satchel had four kilos and I determined that even this high above the fuel tank would have the same effect and there are no other available windows or doors within twenty seconds of here on foot!"

"Thank you sir, looks like I made the right choice!"

I was quite numb as I stood by the doorway guiding people past the site screen so that no one saw all the blood on the walls and carpet.

One old lady stopped at my side, she patted my hand, "Did you kill the bastard that was trying to bomb us?"

I didn't answer, I just looked into her eyes, "You were very brave dear, I don't think many men would have picked up a live bomb like that to save the rest of us."

"Can you move along please madam, the police want to come aboard and start their investigation."

I held her arm to stop her, "If anyone asks, the tall guy with the blue arm band threw the bomb through the window!"

She winked at me and grinned and as she walked along with the other passengers I could hear her telling everyone that it was the tall soldier with the blue arm band on that saved all their lives.

The police rolled in five minutes after everything was over, they took the five living terrorists away in handcuffs but only after they had been stripped by my team of every speck of physical evidence that we could glean from them. We could account for eight out of the eleven men that had started out to terrorise a cruise ship full of British pensioners that morning but not the driver of the lorry that had distracted the security guard earlier and the three other men that had been unloading the lorry, they had to all be involved in the attack.

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There were one hundred and ten thousand inhabitants of Grenada and we still had to find at least four men, possibly more, an unenviable task but we did have one advantage, George and I had filmed them and we now had photographs taken from the films so we knew what the four men looked like.

We would start to work on that aspect of the investigation but first there were a few issues with the local police.

I walked out onto the dock, three groups of three men standing properly at ease and I marched smartly over to the Chief of Police. I snapped to attention but gave no salute as I wasn't in uniform, he, on the other hand was duty bound to salute me as he was in uniform.

"Good afternoon sir, I am White leader, I hold a commission of second lieutenant in Twenty-two regiment, The SAS. I was in overall control of today's exercise. May I introduce green leader, he is responsible for 'X-ray' one in the loading bay and 'X-ray' two in the cold storeroom."

I was shocked when the Chief of Police shook George's hand, I hadn't expected that.

"This is green two and green three, they supported green leader in the loading bay area."

We moved to the second group of three, "This is blue leader, he is responsible for 'X-ray' three and for disposing of the live bomb in the harbour. He was also in charge of the team at the doorway to the storeroom on deck three. His team were blue two and blue three."

The Chief of Police shook blue leader's hand.

We moved on again, "This is red team leader, red two and red three. They assaulted the top of the lift, they were first into the cold storeroom and they arrested 'X-rays' four to eight."

I stepped on a pace while red leader had his had warmly shaken.

"The discharged weapons are bagged and tagged, green leaders H&K MP-five is in this bag, its magazine was emptied into 'X-ray' two. The second bag is blue leader's weapon, one shot killed 'X-ray' three and five bullets were discharged to break the window in the Waldorf restaurant so that the bomb could be thrown through and into the sea. The third bag contains 'X-ray' one's AK Forty-seven, three shots were fired wounding Sandip Modi, head of Marco Polo's security team. The forth weapon was discharged into 'X-ray' one's body by an unknown 'X-ray'."

"Is that what killed erm 'X-ray' number one?"

"No sir, green leader killed 'X-ray' one with a neck rotation move during hand to hand combat."

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"Can you be sure that is how 'X-ray' number one died?"

"I witnessed it via the ships CCTV system sir, there was no doubt that green leader snapped his neck cleanly."

There was a harrumph from the Chief of Police and then he said, "When will my team be able to interview your men Madam?"

"Sir, SOP is for a forty-eight hour cooling down period at the end of the operation."

"So we can't interview them until after six o'clock in two days time."

"Unfortunately I haven't declared this operation closed yet sir, there are still four 'X-rays' missing. I need to communicate with Hereford before I can stand my team down; it may be felt that we be needed to help your men close out the last four terrorists before I can do that."

I moved away from the Chief of Police, "Ten-shun...right turn...by the right, quick march!"

I marched at the side of the nine man squad. We marched to the Harbour Master's office where the Governor General, the Queen's representative to Grenada, was waiting for us.

I got universal congratulations from all the seasoned SAS men; I'd played my part well, just as if I'd been a proper SAS Rupert.

The Governor General wanted two men at the airport and two men at the ferry port with photographs. George would be helping the police to search for leads and I would be liaising with all the interested groups.

I had to pack our bags as George was busy. We'd be leaving the ship before it set sail. I had one last walk around the ship, the blood and guts had been hosed away from the storeroom, the carpet outside the door to the Waldorf restaurant had been removed completely and replaced with new carpet, it looked as if nothing had happened there. The wall and the outside of the restaurant door were clean as a whistle and the broken window had been replaced already.

I didn't need to drag my own case or George's off the ship, I had an escort of five security staff and a group of housekeeping staff, everyone on the ship wanted to help me, including the captain and the staff captain. I left the ship just as the two wounded crewmen were stretchered off the ship and into ambulances.

The captain stopped me, his hand on my arm, "If you're on the island for a few days can you look in on my men please, give them a little comfort if you can. Sandip Modi groaned on the stretcher, the captain leaned over him, "Are you in pain my old friend?"

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I heard a mumbled message between Sandip and the captain. The first of the busses was pulling onto the dock with passengers who had been out on a four hour tour that had turned into a six hour one.

I saw my escort of security guards rush over to the bus, they flooded on the bus to check the passenger's ID cards before anyone was allowed off the bus. Ship wide security had been stepped up to monumental proportions, not only the passengers were checked, the crew that were escorting them were checked as well, even the bus driver had his credentials checked and he wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the ship.

I heard a groan, a groan of extreme pain from Sandip's stretcher. The captain was moving Sandip's right arm, forming it into a smart right angle with his fingertips touching his temple. "Sandip was a career soldier in the Indian Light Infantry, he had been a Corporal before he retired and started looking after security on cruise ships. It's the only mark of respect he could possibly show you, now that he knows that you are a serving officer in the British Army."

We got a lot of strange looks as the elderly passengers were leaving the bus. Three spots of blood appeared on the bandaging around Sandip's chest as the temporary stitches that had closed over the bullet wounds split open again.

I patted Sandip's left hand, "At ease Corporal Modi, rest easy...You've done your bit for this campaign."

I looked at the captain as he lowered Sandip's right hand back down to his side while the ship's doctor fussed around him, "I'll do what I can for the two of them while I'm on the island sir. I'll make sure that Seaman Gupter is treated properly too, get his body home to Mumbai as quickly as I can."

Three identical vehicles had been hired for us to use while on the island, red leader and red two took one of the cars to drive to the airport, they were taking first turn at checking through passengers trying to leave the island. Because of the incident aboard Marco Polo, all flights out of the island were held up. Red three and green three were stopping in the port area, they would check any passengers waiting to board the next ferry which had also been held up because Marco Polo was still at her berth long after she should have left.

Private craft leaving the island were being checked by local police using the photographs that we had supplied for them.

I spotted George lifting our suitcases into the boot of one of the cars and sauntered over to him. I had to sidestep the second coach full of passengers as it pulled onto the dock. There were seven other coaches waiting out on the road leading to the port, each bus was being held back so that the security team could check each bus completely before the next bus was allowed in.

"Where are we going to stay?"

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I was hoping for the 'Spice Island Beach Resort Hotel' or perhaps the slightly less swanky, 'Calabash Luxury Boutique Hotel' but I was about to be disappointed.

"We're on an operation, we sleep with our equipment. The Lynx has been hangered on a disused army base to the south of the airport. The Governor General has had his secretary sorting out something to sleep on and logistics like towels and blankets. The lynx couldn't carry eight men and all of their kit as well as weapons so we have to scavenge whatever we need in theatre.

The rear seat of the car with our suitcases in was laid down and the rear area of the car was loaded up with bags of kit and weapons that had been dropped off with the men on the aft deck of Marco Polo from the helicopter earlier.

The third car took the four remaining members of the team to our 'Basha' while I helped George finish loading our car. We set off a few minutes later and as we weaved through the narrow streets of St. George, Grenada's capital city, George said. "Vicky, I have to say something before we get to our barracks, you'll notice when we get to camp that the pilot and co-pilot live quite separately from us. If there are two sets of ablutions, they'll reserve one for themselves and we'll get the other. If there is separate accommodation they will take one for themselves...it's just because they are proper officers and that's the way things are."

"That's how it is all over the army."

"You can be treated as a 'Proper' officer just like the pilots if you like but if you want to be treated like one of the boys...you'll have to suffer along with us."

"So I have to just muck in then!"

"Yes."

The helicopter was parked outside a building that was obviously an old army barracks; it was the last empty building on what had been an old British Army compound, all of the rest of the buildings had been converted to commercial use.

The doors of the helicopter were open and a camouflage net had been stretched over the rotors to provide a little shade from the Caribbean sun. I saw a double mattress on the floor of the cargo bay, the eight seats had been folded out of the way to make floor space for the pilot and co pilot to sleep across the floor of the aircraft.

Harry, blue leader, came out of the main building. "Bring the kit bags in here George. They managed to find us six double mattresses so we're all doubling up, even the Rupert's in the bird are sharing a bed this time, are you okay sharing a mattress with your sister?"

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George stopped in his tracks and he turned to look at me, his jaw had dropped. George had been trained extensively to deal with every eventuality that could crop up during an operation but Harry calling his girlfriend his sister had really floored him.

I managed to bury my head in the back of the car before I blushed; George opened the other door, "Why does Harry think we're brother and sister?"

"Well, he probably thinks that we look alike, look like we could be brother and sister!"

George carried two kit bags into the building and I followed him with another two bags. Five double mattresses were grouped close together on the floor of one large room, at the end of the room there was an ablutions block, open showers and toilets with walls but no doors or door frames. The block was single sex but there were no urinals so the block could have been male or female accommodation. "John's working on the furnace, he's trying to get us hot water for a shower and Paul is looking into cooking provisions.

There was a pile of brand new blankets, sheets, pillows and towels. The Governor General's Secretary had found every new double mattress that was available on the small island, there was obviously more bedding available on the island than furniture. She had also arranged for food to be delivered, all tinned rather than fresh though, food that couldn't be tampered with, I saw a box with twenty-four cans of baked beans, a similar sized box with tinned beef steak, another of tinned new potatoes and another with mixed vegetables. There were piles of tinned hot dogs, condensed and evaporated milk and tinned fruit which was ridiculous on an island awash with fresh fruit.

George and I finished unloading our car and blue two or John as I found out was his first name asked me if I had any chewing gum. I gave him a stick and he started to chew it, "Thanks darling, as soon as I get this soft and sticky the hot water will probably start to work..."

I sat on my assigned mattress and I started playing through what happened earlier in my head. The rest of the team were doing things around the room, sorting out enough sheets and blankets for us all to sleep in. Paul or blue three was filling a huge stew pan with the tinned steak chunks and the tinned vegetables; he was using a paraffin cooker as his heat source. I realised that the hive of activity around me was the trooper's way of dealing with the experience, the life or death situations that we'd faced and that blue two and blue three were doing the mundane tasks because they had been more remote from the action on this occasion.

John called out, "I've got hot water to three showerheads but I don't know how long it will last, I'm holding the thermocouple in place with chewing gum and as soon as that catches fire it will shut down again."

Harry called out, "Get it while it's hot!"

I was still inside my own head as I watched with almost unseeing eyes as five, extremely fit, young, men stripped naked. They all grabbed a towel off of the pile close to me so I got an extremely close up look at their cocks, they weren't exactly hard, they were just so fit that they were semi hard most of the time.

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I saw George look over his shoulder at me as I sat there brooding on what I'd done, the image in my head of my instinctive reactions that caused my trigger to move before the bad guy could get a bead on me, the speed that I processed what was in his satchel, I'd seen the number seventeen on the small timer's display and then a heartbeat later it flicked to sixteen.

I hadn't bothered to look around, I knew the ship backwards and upside down, I knew that behind me were the stairs and the lift shaft, I also knew that the lift was on deck ten. The passageway behind me was three hundred feet long, I could run most of that distance in the time but I'd still be in the blast zone because of the narrowness of the passageway and the blast would kill everyone in the restaurant too. I knew that I needed a window and that the only windows close to me were inside the restaurant, there wasn't really a choice to make, I grabbed the bomb, ran into the restaurant and shot out the nearest window before hurling the bomb out into the sea beyond.

I could see through the opening in the wall to the ablutions that the five men were actually sharing the three shower heads and that they were washing each other's backs, 'They must be really comfortable with their sexuality, just to stand that close to each other in the nude in the shower.' ran through my head.

I saw George look out at me again, he looked sad, he could see that I wasn't dealing with things very well. I kicked my own arse and dragged myself off of the bed, I grabbed a towel from the pile and as I walked towards the shower I stripped off, "Room for a little..."

Two hands reached out of the tangle of body's and dragged me into the middle of the scrum, I saw George step away to the side slightly. Hands started rubbing soap into my shoulder, other hands were soaping my breasts, I felt Paul's erection press against my left hip, "How about washing this for me please darling?"

I rolled a bar of soap around in my hands and I rubbed soap down from my ribs with my left hand and when I reached his cock I wrapped my hand around his cock and started rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. I looked over at George guiltily; he was standing away to the side soaping his own neck but he was smiling at me. My right wrist was grabbed and my soap covered hand was pulled down onto another erect cock. I instinctively began rubbing my right hand up and down the cock that it had been placed on.

I wasn't looking to the left or right now, Harry had moved in front of me and his cock was also now erect and he was pressing it against my belly, he hooked his hand around my neck and pulled my face into his, pressing his lips against mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I felt a hand rubbing over my buttocks and opening the valley between, fingers tested my anal muscle, George had indicated that he would like to try it in there but I'd turned him down, the only sexual act that I'd refused him. The fingers moved deeper between my inner thighs and rubbed over my pussy lips. Two fingers invaded my vagina and then his other hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing my upper body forward.

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I tried to keep my lips connected to Harry's mouth but he stepped back slightly, my forehead crashed against Harry's collarbone and then Harry's hands pressed down on the back of my head, pushing me down to his cock. I almost squatted down in front of Harry so I could be more comfortable as I took his cock in my mouth but the trooper behind me reached around and pressed the flat of his hand against my belly, pulling me back into a straight legged stance and then he pressed his foot between my ankles, pushing my feet apart about a foot wide..

I felt the man behind me stabbing his hips against my buttocks, his cock was aimlessly prodding all around my pussy area about ten times before he struck his target and his thick cock shot up into my pussy at high speed.

So there I was, both hands pumping up and down cocks, my mouth full of Harry's cock and my cunt full of someone else's cock.

I got Harry close to exploding in my mouth and I didn't know if I could object to him fillimg my mouth with his jizz but I didn't have to worry because Harry suddenly pulled his hips back and said, "All change, clean cup!"

The four men around me rotated position, and that happened at roughly ten minute intervals until each of the four men had taken each of the places. No one had climaxed in my hand, mouth or pussy and the fifth rotation was called, "Four gun salute...unless you want to salute your sister as well George?"

I was held in my bent over position as the four that I'd just had sex with lined up on my right hand side and started to masturbate furiously. George stepped up to my left hand side and he started rubbing his cock in the same way as the other four and all five men ejaculated over my body in unison.

I was fortunate that the shower lived long enough for me to shower off five lots of semen from my body. I wrapped myself in one of the new towels that had been provided for us and I walked out into the sleeping area again. Harry took me to one side, "Sorry about all that in the shower...We usually go out and get pissed after an operation but somebody declared that the operation was still active so we had to find a different way of letting off steam...no one will bother you again."

I lounged on the mattress next to George and whispered, "Why didn't you join in with the others in the shower?"

George suddenly looked shocked, "What do you mean, join in...I thought you wouldn't want me near you after that prat Harry let it slip that we're brother and sister!"

Okay, now I was confused...

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"Harry was just joking because we look so much alike!"

George looked depressed and he looked away from me, "No...we are actually brother and sister...Harry asked me why I'd dropped Kelly after being partners for a year...I told him that I had found my sister that I didn't know existed and that I wanted to get to know you better and that I thought a cruise around the Caribbean would be the perfect chance to get to know each other."

My heart was beating at ten thousand beats a minute and I felt my face colour up but I needed a way out...needed a way to get back on an even keel.

"What the hell makes you think that we're brother and sister?"

"I saw that photograph, the only reminder you have of your aunty from before your mother left your father. I looked at it closely, I have the exact same photograph in my flat only my photograph wasn't been cut in half and my mother is standing next to her sister in my copy."

I swallowed hard, "So, how long have you known?"

George's mouth flickered into a smile and then back into a grimace, "Ever since that first night at my mother's house, that's when I saw your photograph of my Aunty Betty."

"You mean my Aunty Elizabeth!"

"I knew that as soon as you found out that we're full brother and sister you'd kick me out of your bed...so I tried to take your mind off of looking for Elizabeth and when I was given the Marco Polo assignment, well, I thought that you'd start looking for Betty again so I roped you in to the assignment with me so that you weren't left alone in Glasgow to look around for the house with the witches hat roof."

Now it was my turn to grin inwardly of course. 'Should I tell him that I'd known all about us from that same day or not...no!'

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